Blond Hair
Blond Hair
Today the gods blew out of the skies
bright paintings, with a deep long held breathe
A million golden strands of sunshine.
To rinse the air and brush her dress
with the sun dappled strokes of Renoir's
bright paintings. With a deep long held breathe
I saw in her eyes a daylight star.
In her arms the edge of day loosened
with the sun dappled strokes of Renoir's
touch, I felt again the days of youth
in childhoods iridescent glow.
In her arms the day loosened
and melted to a round flame, and so
far from the black night and pointed stars
in childhoods iridescent glow
I wander in a daydream, and so
far from the black night and pointed stars
today the gods blew out of the skies
a million golden strands of sunshine.
Copyright © Mark East | Year Posted 2010
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